[Verse 1]
88
Prince place
Who knew this young prince
Be born and raised
From the
Ct nj then fl
UT MA
Flyer miles they pay well

Brookside, Broxburn
Made my first lay up
Turned into a deacon
Had mad bars laid up
Songs in my head
Became the songs on my plate
Just a hungry fat boy
With whom none could relate
Needed attention
Would take it from any place
So I cut my wrists up
And hid my face at any rate
No pity for me
Junior high just wasn’t fun
But that ain’t a headline
So don’t run and Olivia munn
High school was worse
As I rifle through memories
Never kept my friends close
But intimate with my enemies
Poking out
Like bad insulation
And I'm tryna stay connected through
Mad constellations
Hold it down
But the room keeps spinning
Half my heart praying for the
Other half sinning
The opposition winning
Other praying men and women
Gave they whole heart only see
Another devil grinning
Tell me why